That’s what it’s like in my tiny dungeon. There are no windows in the basement of this old bank building, so no outside light gets in. And then I’m locked in a steel box with only a couple of open slats for ventilation. Even if the lights were on in the basement, it would still be dark in my chamber.
As they say, I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. At least the prisoners in those ancient stone castles of Dumas’s stories had an open window in the top of the tower to let in some light. But here there was none. All I could do was wait.
My thoughts turned to my book in order to end the constant boredom of just sitting in the dark. I wondered what situations I could come up with to add interest in my novel. So even though I might use valuable battery power, I turned it on and starte
